Finding some inspiration from MckMama, I am, again, going to participate in Not Me Monday. You can hop on over to her blog to see what it's all about.
While waiting for my Hubby to get his head shaved for charity I did NOT, while grabbing for G-Man's hand cause him to fall down about 5 stairs...concrete stairs & bust his right eye. Wow, I'm a terrible mother. He was going "Up" (which is actually down in G-Man language) the stairs, walking around to the handicapped ramp & going "Up" (remember that's down) again. Repeat about 10 times. I was trying to get him to grab my hand since the handrail was way too tall & when he waved me off of him, he lost his balance. Longest fall....EVER. He hadn't even finished falling when I snatched him up & hugged him tight & made sure he didn't bust out any teeth.
A sweet woman (thank you so much, whoever you were) gave me some ice to put on it. But as you mamas of 22 month-old boys know, he wouldn't let me near him with it. Hubby kept calling him Clubber Lang (from Rocky) Have I mentioned that I feel like a terrible mother.
I did NOT tell him while he was running in circles around the driveway & screaming that "if you come in the house, I'll give you some M&Ms". I would NEVER offer candy as a bribe especially when I'm really tired & too lazy to walk out to the driveway & pick him up so that he can do his 'Lift Arms & Slide' You know, where they lift their arms up over their head to slide out of my grasp. This is a new maneuver he is perfecting. Drives me crazy. It's like trying to grab a greased pig. (Which, by the way, I've never done before but I can only imagine)
Previously he used the 'Limp Hippy' where when you try to take his hand, he just goes limp on the ground. You know, like a hippy protestor from the 60's?
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